Back then, the frontman of the not-Welsh rockers from Llandudno ended up awkwardly retuning his guitar on stage after claiming their first one had got too sodden and throwing it offstage. The band were at peak ego and criticised by the music press for touring with a merchandise list that included free sex and c-- sarnies (price: £2). In comparison to the exciting prospects offered elsewhere in grime and electronic music, Ryan "Van" McCann and his hirsute cronies seemed an unwanted throwback to the indie of a decade ago.

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A year on McCann still had a swagger about him, but it felt more assured this time. With Benjamin "Benji" Blakeway (bass), Robert "Sideshow Bob" Hall (drums) and Johnny "Bondy" Bond, the quintet presented themselves as a sincere and in-synch rock band, still in the same monochrome get-up they sported in 2015.

Their show was a testament to a year of pulling their socks up – and with results. In February Catfish won the Best Breakthrough Act Brit Award, and in May their second album, The Ride, rode straight to number one. Perhaps because they've felt so vindicated, here they ditched their childish attempts at playing rock stars to deliver a tight set that did justice to the songs that have won them acclaim and record sales.

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During Pacifier the wind carried the pleasantly acrid smell of flare smoke as their blue and red crowds blended across the crowd, and it actually felt like these guys had arrived as a viable Pyramid Stage filler. Business's driving rhythm gave even the most glued-down wellies an excuse to move.

And newer material, such as Twice, stood up equally well. Seven, another song off Ride, showed how far they've come: a poignant story of what happens when young love collides with a rock-star lifestyle more than earned the singalong its first chorus gained.

The rain still pours, the Other Stage still stands, but Catfish have only got better. Good for them.